Lü Shiwu! Red Robe General!

Qi Refining Immortal Masters, with their Magical Power achieved, can easily soar through the clouds and ride the mists. Their various escape lights are incredibly swift, capable of covering tens of thousands of miles in a single day.

In less than ten days.

Three groups of people arrived successively.

The first to reach Cang Mountain was Lü Shiwu, a Qi Condensation cultivator from the Star Picking Sect.

This individual had challenged Meng Nan for the first time in their fourth life, calling him 'dog shit'.

In every subsequent life, as long as Meng Nan was still alive, this person would arrive on schedule to challenge him.

Over time.

Meng Nan gradually learned more about this person.

But in the first ten lives, there was no further interaction besides this.

Until this life.

Meng Nan possessed the hard work of ten lifetimes. He also managed to spar with Lü Shiwu once before advancing to Qi Condensation in Immortal Calendar year 47. They were evenly matched, leaving a deep impression on Lü Shiwu.

A hundred years passed.

Meng Nan had long since advanced to Qi Condensation.

Lü Shiwu was then dispatched south to develop the Southern Border.

The two met again.

Upon their reunion, their mindsets were different.

A sense of closeness was unavoidable.

Lü Shiwu was Meng Nan's only acquaintance in the Star Picking Sect, and Lü Shiwu also needed to rely on Meng Nan's influence in the Dragon Ridge Mountain region.

Thus, over the years, their friendship deepened.

Previously, while looking through the jade slips, Meng Nan had thought it over and invited this person.

"Red Robe Nightmare Suppression technique?"

Upon Lü Shiwu's arrival and after hearing Meng Nan's explanation and seeing the scenery and figures he had drawn, his expression immediately turned cold. "A fine 'Red Robe General'! He joined my Star Picking Sect but his wicked nature hasn't changed. He deserves to die!"

"Red Robe General?"

Meng Nan's eyes lit up at the words.

The main reason he had invited Lü Shiwu this time was because this person hailed from the Star Picking Sect and was knowledgeable. He Weiyang and Meng Jian might not know the origin of that Red Robe General, but Lü Shiwu might.

Now.

As expected.

Judging by Lü Shiwu's reaction, he had clearly recognized the person's background at a glance.

"This 'Red Robe General' is a rogue cultivator from the Central Plains. He cultivates the 'Red Robe Nightmare Suppression technique'. He is most skilled at cursing from afar. Those who fall victim to his technique will inevitably suffer Soul Loss and Spirit Scattering after eighty-one days and die on the spot."

"Fellow Daoist Meng—"

After his anger subsided, Lü Shiwu looked at Meng Nan and frowned slightly.

With Meng Nan's cultivation, he should have had no chance of survival after being hit by the 'Red Robe General's' Nightmare Suppression technique.

But here he was, standing perfectly fine.

"Alas!"

"Fellow Daoist, please look."

Seeing this, Meng Nan knew Lü Shiwu's doubts. He immediately took off the Breath Concealing Jade Pendant he was wearing and infused it with the True Qi he had just cultivated.

"True Qi?"

Lü Shiwu's face showed shock.

He knew Meng Nan's situation. Nearly a hundred years ago, he was at the peak of True Essence, and his combat strength at the time was not inferior to a prodigy of the Star Picking Sect like himself. Although he had rushed things later and ruined his future by using potent elixirs to advance, he had still possessed a century's worth of Magical Power before that.

But now—

"How can this be?"

After his initial shock, Lü Shiwu believed Meng Nan's words by about eighty percent.

Meng Nan had been in the Southern Border.

The Red Robe General had been in the Central Plains.

The two had no past grievances.

Meng Nan had no reason to slander the Red Robe General.

The only suspicious points were why he had survived the curse and how he knew the scene of the Red Robe General casting the curse on him.

However, these doubts largely dissipated with the solid proof of Meng Nan's cultivation.

"Perhaps he has some special ability."

The path of immortality is vast, and sorcery is as numerous as the stars. Perhaps Meng Nan has some wondrous technique.

Lü Shiwu didn't overthink it.

He looked at Meng Nan, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "This Red Robe General defected from the Central Plains and is now under Sect Aunt Pan Xuehong in the Bone Chasing Mountain territory. Relying solely on your portrait to seek trouble with him will likely be difficult."

The Red Robe General possessed secret arts and was valued by Pan Xuehong.

And this Pan Xuehong was one of the thirty peak Qi Condensation cultivators from the Star Picking Sect descending into the Southern Border, with a very overbearing temper.

Not someone to provoke.

"This Red Robe General cursed me to death, he definitely won't be content. I estimate that after a few months of recuperation, he will act again."

"If we can catch him in the act and kill him on the spot, I wonder about Immortal Master Ge's reaction afterwards--"

Meng Nan looked at Lü Shiwu.

Immortal Master Ge.

Ge Yunxian.

Like Pan Xuehong, he was also one of the thirty peak Qi Condensation cultivators.

Pan Xuehong commanded [Bone Chasing Mountain].

Ge Yunxian commanded [Dragon Ridge Mountain].

The relationship and personalities of these two determined Meng Nan's next decision.

"Fellow Daoist Meng is also an honored guest of our Star Picking Sect. If that Red Robe General dares to secretly curse and kill you, killing him is no problem. As for Sect Aunt Pan, Senior Brother Ge will handle it afterwards, ensuring no fellow Daoists are disheartened."

Whether it's reasonable or not.

Whether there's proof or not.

This is very important.

If they are in the right, it will only be a matter of quibbling afterwards, and Pan Xuehong will have no grounds to be furious and demand accountability.

"Then this way--"

"My second brother will be here shortly. I'll have to trouble you to go with him to Bone Chasing Mountain. At the latest, in a few months, the Red Robe General will have recovered. He will definitely cast the curse again. At that time, you don't need to make a move yourself; I only hope that after Second Brother kills the Red Robe General, you can come forward as a witness."

Meng Nan stood up and bowed to Lü Shiwu.

"You are too kind, Fellow Daoist."

"If this is truly the case, I will definitely join Second Brother in taking action, killing this demonic cultivator, and providing testimony is only right."

Lü Shiwu said, then frowned again, "However, although I consider my swordsmanship extraordinary and Second Brother's combat power strong, we may not necessarily be able to kill the Red Robe General, which might lead to future trouble."

Qi Condensation Immortal Master!

The word 'Immortal' in their title means they are never ordinary.

Wanting to kill an Immortal Master in a one-on-one fight, or even a two-on-one, is not easy, even for an Immortal Master of the second or third layer.

Let alone an established Immortal Master like the Red Robe General.

Lü Shiwu was confident, but not arrogant; he knew his limits.

"You don't need to worry, Fellow Daoist."

"Second Brother has invited six of the Four Immortals and Four Friends of Mirror Mountain this time, and I have invited my friend Immortal Master He Weiyang. With everyone joining forces and acting by surprise, we will surely be able to kill the Red Robe General!"

Meng Nan had already made his plan.

Upon hearing this, Lü Shiwu couldn't help but clap his hands, "Excellent!"

Meng Nan had ultimately miscalculated by one person.

In just a few days.

Meng Jian and his group arrived first.

Then came He Weiyang and Cao Baoju.

If you add Meng Nan's three Qi Condensation disciples, there were now fourteen Qi Condensation Immortal Masters in Cang Mountain.

Among those present, Cao Baoju was the oldest.

He was friends with He Weiyang, but this was his first time meeting his friend's friend, Meng Nan.

Meng Nan of Cang Mountain.

Cao Baoju had heard of him long ago.

Seeing him today, he marveled inwardly.

The Cang Mountain lineage.

The Mirror Mountain lineage.

These two places, with father and son serving different masters, were already united. Together, they comprised thirteen Qi Condensation level individuals.

Beyond that.

His good friend He Weiyang and Meng Nan shared a life-or-death friendship. He Weiyang was able to break through back then thanks to a treasure map gifted by Meng Nan.

This was a debt of gratitude for achieving the Dao, a favor as heavy as a mountain.

Thus, whenever he was in trouble, all he had to do was call out, and numerous Qi Condensation cultivators would gather. His foundation was truly deep. It was no wonder that even Lü Shiwu, a prodigy from the Star Picking Sect, sought his friendship, and Immortal Master Ge of Qingle Mountain held Meng Nan and his son Meng Jian in high regard.

His influence was truly significant.

He just couldn't figure out what kind of matter this time warranted such a grand mobilization.

Cao Baoju pondered.

Meanwhile.

Meng Nan looked at this person, feeling a touch of emotion.

As early as his fifth life, he had died by Cao Baoju's flying sword.

He rested for a while in the two lives in between.

Then, at the end of his eighth life, Meng Nan couldn't help but provoke him again.

By then, Meng Nan was already at the fourth level of Sense Imprint, his sorcery even more potent. With a "Little Baoju" here and "My son" there, he angered Cao Baoju once more. A sword came from the west, and Meng Nan died again.

He still couldn't resist.

He still couldn't meet him.

And then there was this life.

In this life, he finally saw the true face of the immortal master on Star Mountain. He had died by his hand twice, yet today Cao Baoju had come to assist him. One had to admit, the ways of the world were truly wondrous.

His thoughts flashed by.

Meng Nan smiled at Cao Baoju and exchanged pleasantries with Tao Jiang and his wife, the Four Monsters of Mirror Mountain, and others.

Then he got straight to the point.

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